The Whispering Woods
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Last published Thu, Apr 25, 2024
In the heart of the Whispering Woods, where the mist hung heavy and the moonlight seldom touched the ground, there was a legend of a spectral figure known as the Silencer. The villagers nearby spoke of it only in hushed tones, for it was said that to speak its name aloud was to invite its silent wrath
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